Page 25 of A Winter Crush
Ori didn’t want to wait. He arched his back as Wareth held his wrists. Wareth crowded him with his delicious, broad body. Ori groaned, trying to rub himself against the man. After all his pining, when he had given up all hope, he struggled to comprehend how something so wonderful could be happening.
He wanted to run his tongue and hands all over Wareth, over his big, muscly shoulders, through the hair on his chest. He wanted to bite his wide, flat brown nipples, follow the trail of hair downwards to the big cock, and wrap his hands around it. His arsehole clenched as he imagined it fucking deep inside him.
Wareth’s fingers stroked his captive wrists as if trying to soothe him. But Ori didn’t want to be soothed. He squirmed, trying to get even closer. He hooked his leg over Wareth’s thigh and thrust his dick against Wareth’s stomach, eager and desperate for any friction he could get. His other leg hooked over Wareth’s thick arse.
Wareth growled. Their bodies thrust, rubbed, and frotted. Wareth’s cock rubbed insistently against Ori’s thigh. Wareth released Ori’s wrists and cupped Ori’s cheek, taking his mouth in a kiss. Ori moaned, clutching at Wareth’s shoulder with his one free hand, fingers digging into the skin.
Ori was overwhelmed beneath a mountain of sensation, unsure what he wanted. He wanted to keep kissing Wareth. He wanted to touch Wareth’s cock. He wanted to suck him or be sucked. To fuck or be fucked. He didn’t particularly care. He just knew he wanted—no, needed—more.
Wareth pulled back, leaving Ori gasping. For a split second, he worried that Wareth had second thoughts. That he would stand up, leaving Ori alone, naked, aroused, and yearning for Wareth.
But Wareth trailed a finger affectionately along Ori’s jaw. Ori turned his head and captured it between his lips. He sucked on the digit, drawing it in. Wareth’s breath hitched. He thrust his finger in and out of Ori’s mouth.
As Ori’s gaze dropped to Wareth’s thick dick, he imagined what it would be like in his mouth, with its flushed, angry head leaking. He groaned and sucked harder, wishing it were Wareth’s cock in his mouth, filling it, shoving deep until it almost choked him.
His hips thrust, but Wareth’s body no longer lay on top of him. There was no relief, just empty air. His cock ached. He reached for it, but Wareth grabbed his wrist.
“Not yet.” Wareth shook his head.
Ori relented, letting Wareth push his wrist to the sheets by his hip.
Wareth pulled his finger from Ori’s mouth and released Ori’s wrist. Then he leaned back, grabbed Ori’s hips, and spread them open, resting the backs of Ori’s legs on Wareth’s thighs. He was entirely exposed to Wareth, his cock, balls, and entrance on display.
Wareth teased at his puckered flesh with a finger. He pressed forward. Ori clenched in anticipation, but it didn’t breach him. The finger just moved slowly around and around. Teasing him. Ori tried to press against the finger. He needed more.
“Put it inside me,” Ori begged. “Or you can just fuck me. Or I can suck you. If that’s what you want. Anything,” he babbled. “Whatever you want.”
He lifted his foot and placed it on Wareth’s hard cock, pressing it against the man’s length, rubbing back and forth. He knew the calloused texture on the bottom of his foot provided extra friction. Eyes drifting closed, Wareth moaned as he thrust against the foot.
“I just want anything, Wareth,” Ori begged. “Anything. I need you. Please.”
The corner of Wareth’s lips quirked up as he opened his eyes. “Ah, the impatience of youth.”
He lifted Ori’s foot from his cock and placed it back on the bed. He held Ori’s hips. Fingers stroking. Ori gasped as Wareth, with his big hands, manhandled him onto his front. Ori groaned to be at the mercy of such strength.
Wareth reached to the side of the bed, grabbing something. Ori breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to be fucked.
Wareth squeezed and fondled his arse cheeks, pulling them apart. “Such a lovely hole.”
Ori rocked backwards. He felt a puff of breath against his entrance, and then wet heat pressed against him. Ori’s mouth dropped open, Ori crying out in shock at the feel of Wareth’s tongue swirling around his hole. He squirmed against Wareth’s face. Wareth’s beard scratched his cheeks. Wareth’s tongue pressed against him, then pushed inside him.
The sensation was incredible. Ori rocked against Wareth’s invading tongue. His arms shook beneath him. He dropped to his elbows, pressing his face into the sheets, humping the air. He inhaled deeply and was surrounded by Wareth’s scent embedded in the sheets.
Wareth withdrew his tongue. Slick fingers pushed inside him, corkscrewing, stretching, and pressing deeper. Ori rocked back. He gasped as Wareth’s fingers pressed that spot deep inside him that made his vision blurry. Arching his body, he whimpered as the fingers dragged back and forth over the bundle of nerves. Over and over.
Wareth’s other hand squeezed his hip, grounding him. Ori could feel the pleasure spiralling and building deep within him. He was getting close. And Wareth hadn’t even touched his cock yet! He opened his mouth as a silent scream built, his orgasm approaching.
But suddenly the fingers were gone, pulled from his hole.
Ori cried out, dismayed and confused. Then Wareth’s tongue was back, running around his entrance. Pressing into him. Ori half sobbed. He was so close.
He reached for his cock again, but Wareth intercepted, grabbing hold of his wrist and pressing it into the sheets. He pulled his tongue from Ori’s arse. “No,” he growled as he pressed his fingers into Ori’s sensitive channel.
Ori didn’t know how long Wareth tortured him. Alternating between fingers and tongue. Multiple times, he came so close to orgasming that a stiff breeze would push him over the edge. But each time, Wareth pulled back.
Ori’s throat ached from crying and sobbing. His body was strung out. He was so close. He was on the brink. He had given up on trying to touch himself. Wareth wouldn’t allow it.
The fingers moved persistently inside him. Wareth’s fingers dragged back and forth. He felt like an avalanche, about to tumble over the edge. He worried Wareth would pull out, but instead, his hand wrapped mercifully around Ori’s painfully hard cock, stroking him.